The Lady Millarca
Carmilla’s hot — but hot for other girls.
That’s something that a guy can understand.
The flag of her attractive age unfurls.
She has the strength of twenty in her hand.
She has as well the thunder of command
in her low voice — and isn’t that a thrill?
The force of her appeal is deftly planned.
Carmilla cries: “Obey!” And, boy, he will–
our hero, forty years ago. His fill
of such a character he cannot get.
He’s sure his blood is cheap enough to spill.
Her final staking fills him with regret.
Explicit stuff? Back then, there’s much less traffic.
Carmilla sure beats National Geographic.